Dagny Clementine Turns Two

Dagny, day one

Year one

Year two

We had the best day celebrating Dagny. How does so much change in one year? Mark and I are literally dying over her these days. She's hilarious. Sassy. testy. Smart. Chatty. Silly. Sweet. Gentle. Not so gentle. She's everything good in a two year old I assume. She loves to finish her sentences with "Okay?" or respond with "No!" in the sassiest way. When she's sweet, she replies to everything with "Yeeeah" in quiet little voice. She loves music. It's my favorite thing about her. She loves to sing and is very good at learning the words to songs. When a movie is one and a pretty song starts, she'll run back into the room just to watch and listen to someone sing. She tells me I'm so pretty every day and my heart melts over and over again. She brings joy to everyone that knows her, and its my biggest joy to spend my days with her. I love this little girl and can't believe another year has gone. I am really excited to watch all of the changes that unfold in the next year.  

Here is a little walk through of her big day celebrating two. When you ask her how old she is, she would tell you "mamas old"

The face of a two year old.

Pippa helped up get everything ready. 

Mark woke up and took Dagny on a father daughter birthday breakfast date. A tradition my dad did with each of us.

While he was gone, I set up a card board house for her. It was her happiest present ever. 

I also hung this ice cream cone wrapping paper sheet over her bed. She could not believe it. 

While she napped I baked her cake and she woke up to this sweet scene. How cute are those balloon cake toppers?

We found Pippa with balloons in her bassinet all day long. 

She got a tin lunch box, ice cream cone tattoo, and mickey mouse ears. 

    

Mama got a tattoo too. 

As requested we went for ice cream cones. Dagny ate mint chocolate chip. 

We spent the evening in the park. We ate chicken on a stick, slaw, gyros, and french fries. 

 

One of Dagny's balloons popped when she accidentally sat on it. 

My three. 

My girl. 

5 Little things that made my week...

1. When I bleached all of my linen curtains, my house smelled like heaven for a good two weeks. 

2. These cuties on the 4th of July.

3. When a surprise box of Damariscotta showed up on my doorstep from Mark. A few used pieces from the 90's. I'll take them!

4. Dagny's stubbornness during naps and when she finally gave up and fell asleep on the floor.

5. Tip toes and bandaids. 

And that little booty!



A couple of other things:

Siblings

Sleeping

Mmmm

Dream come true...

How lonely I would be...

I want to always remember how special Dagny has been to me during this time in the Navy. She is my buddy. I want to remember how most nights, as tired as I am, I prefer it when she ventures into my bed. I want to remember how much my heart aches when she is away with my parents because of work and I come home to an empty, quiet house. How much she keeps the hole in my heart, from Mark being away, feel full. I want to remember how much fun it has been having one child, a girl, to be girly with and silly with, to dress up, to be sweet and gentle with. To spend 99% of my time solely with her. She is so special to me and I can tell how special I am to her. What we've had is something I will never forget and cherish always. People say they can't imagine doing what we do, how hard it must be, or they don't know how I do it alone. I'll be the first to admit that being away from Mark is hard, but I don't really remember how hard its been to have Dagny on my own. Which means that even during her tough days, it wasn't that hard. All I can think about is how much she made me laugh, or how sweet it is to have her sleeping heavily on my chest at the end of a day. Sure there have been days when wine was necessary by 3pm, but I don't remember why. I just remember how much fun its been to have Dagny, all by myself most days. I want to remember how she says "oh mama" for no reason at all. Or how she still puts both her hands on my cheeks like she did when she was a baby. Or how when something hurts or is sad or scary, mama turns into mommy. How she loves to dance, march, sing, run, yell. But also sit in my lap all morning long talking to me or her animals she's lined up. She is changing before my eyes into a little girl. It is the greatest joy to watch her grow. She is my little walking parrot, repeating everything I say and even stringing little sentences together. I hope so many things for her and her little heart. But I also hope I'll never forget how special this time has been with her. With all of that said, I'm laying here, feeling sweet little kicks in my belly and hoping for my next baby's sake that they're as awesome as Dagny. And to think all I ever wanted was a boy first.

Beach with Dagny

I'm going to start a series called "Beach with Dagny." It will probably consist of mostly pictures. But looking back through my blog, some of my favorite posts were from "Waking up with Dagny" and comparing them to each other as the mornings changed. With spring and summer coming, I can't wait to watch this little girl spend her days at the beach. Enjoy! 

Dancing on the beach from Emma Bloom on Vimeo.

Baby Bloom.....

Number 2!

I guess it's about time to make this announcement! We're having another baby! Woohoo!

We couldn't be more excited and ready for this sweet little babe to join our family of three. See you in August little baby bloom, we're already half way there! 

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For you formed my inward parts;

    you knitted me together in my mother's womb.

I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.

Wonderful are your works;

    my soul knows it very well.

My frame was not hidden from you,

when I was being made in secret,

    intricately woven in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed substance;

in your book were written, every one of them,

    the days that were formed for me,

    when as yet there was none of them.

Psalm 139